How can I be broken by the son of my old enemy?

"Hahahaha." Yu Yan laughed loudly, "What do you think I'll say?"

Chu Li's body froze, his expressionless face experienced many changes in a very short period of time, his hand had already touched the hilt of the sword, and he stayed on the hilt for a long time, but finally decided to — Endure it!

He turned his head away, closed his eyes to suppress his anger, his face was very ugly, and after a while he said in a deep voice, "Go back to the inn."

Yu Yan was resentful, a little disappointed, without Chu Li's cooperation, the fun of teasing him would be less than half.

The opening of the poetry competition ended, and the people who came specially for the poetry competition left, the whole night market became a bit deserted, and there were fewer people walking in the night market.

Looking up at the starry sky, the moon and stars are scarce, and tomorrow will be another fine weather.

Chu Li took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions. He couldn't delay his business because of anger.

"Is the collection of Yu Gong's poems in your arms?" He wanted to ask this question from the very beginning.

"Yeah." Yu Yan nodded, not paying much attention.

"Since you can slander Yu Gong, why are you looking through his poetry collection?" His eyes suddenly sharpened, as if he wanted to get some information from his answer.

"That's a question," Yu Yan chuckled, "Although I don't think Yu Yan is very good, I still admire his poems very much, just read them."

Poetry has occupied the vast majority of his life since he had memory, and every poem has a piece of his memory, his childhood, his proton life, and his gallop on the battlefield. Written in poems, opening the collection of poems is like looking at his own life.

But he forgot some poems after he wrote them. If he hadn’t seen them again, he would never have thought that he had written this poem.Things that seemed so normal at that time, look at them now, but they don't mean anything.

Things are different, even he will feel lonely.

"What? What do you think I'm doing with this collection of poems?" He took out the book, put it upright in front of Chu Li, stood on tiptoe and made eye contact with Chu Li, and returned to his indecent look, "Are you still playing with it?" Huh? Huh?"

Chu Li turned his head away from looking at him, and his impression of him changed a little in his heart. Although he was disrespectful to Yu Gong, but he admired Yu Gong's poems so much, it might not be as bad as he thought.

"Yu Yan, to say that he is a literati is still qualified," he smiled, tilted his neck slightly, and looked at Chu Li without blinking.

The snow-white moonlight sprinkled on his face, his deep eyes could not be seen to the bottom at a glance, there was not a single blemish on his face, he was so perfect that he was not like a mortal.

"Huh?" His eyes narrowed, and with a nasal voice, he asked for Chu Li's opinion, "Are you right?"

Chu Li was beating drums in his heart, obviously he was ashamed of everything he did and said, but he didn't dare to look him in the eyes, "Mr. Yu is both civil and military, so he is certainly qualified as a literati."

"Since he is a literati, he has the common faults of literati." Yu Yan suddenly smiled, "This literati...all like romance, and Yu Yan is no exception. Compared with galloping on the battlefield, he must prefer Wen Xiang Nephrite, drunk and dreamed of death."

"You said what I said, right?"

"Ridiculous!" Chu Li was furious, and almost got caught by him, and glared at him angrily. He even felt that Wei Zhan was good just now, he was really fooled by lard!

"Tsk." Yu Yan was as calm as ever.

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There will be three rounds of poetry competition.In the first round, anyone who signed up can participate, nearly a hundred people; in the second round, only ten people selected from the first round can participate; in the third round, only three people selected from the second round can participate, and compete for champion.

In order to win the championship, Chu Li devoted himself to the poetry competition in the past few days, and even tried to force Yu Yan.

Yu Yan listened to dozens of people reciting his books and praising him for three days in a row. He was a little embarrassed at the beginning, but now he has evolved to be as calm as the wind. Now even if someone blows him to the sky in his ear, He can't change his face either.

After all, Chu Li had a very solid foundation in memorizing Yu Yan's poems since he was a child, and he passed all the way to the end.

Yu Yan was not interested in this, Chu Li was competing with others on the stage, and he was drinking in the room prepared for the top three. No one disturbed him, he couldn't be happier, and the noise outside would not affect him.

There was a sound rolling by outside the window, and there was a crushing sound, and he couldn't hear what was said at all. Yu Yan poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip.

After a while, Chu Li went upstairs, his rare eyes were dull, and his spirit was depressed.

"Come on, have a glass of wine." Before he persuaded Chu Li to drink, Chu Li didn't even touch the glass, but now he actually picked up the glass, and took a glass of wine into his stomach in one gulp.

"Oh?" Yu Yan was surprised, and then he understood, "You won't lose, will you?"

Chu Li did not speak, lowered his head, picked up the flagon, and poured himself a glass of wine. After drinking three glasses, he felt that it was not enough, so he dropped the glass and poured the flagon directly to his mouth.

It seems that he really lost, he thought Chu Li would win, but who beat Chu Li so hard?

He opened the window and looked out. Dozens of lanterns gathered on the stage of the Poetry Competition, illuminating the night as if it were day. There was a person standing in the center of the stage. He recognized the face several times.

"It turned out to be Li Sheng!" The wine glass in Yu Yan's hand dropped in shock.

Li Sheng seemed to notice that someone was looking at him. When he looked up, Yu Yan was so frightened that he quickly closed the window.

Chu Li drank a pot of wine completely, without pouring out a drop of wine, it seemed that he was really sad, and he looked really pitiful.

He stepped forward to pat Chu Li on the shoulder, comforting him, "Don't be so sad, I think the wine cup used by Yu Yan is probably fake, and it's a tiger."

Chu Li stood up, his body was staggering, his eyes were blurred, he seemed to be drunk, but he still remembered to talk back to him, "Really! It's true!"

Yu Yan was helpless, "How do you know it's true? There are a lot of profiteers, and you can say that Yu Yan has used any wine cup. Can you still identify it!"

Chu Li stopped talking, drooping his head, Yu Yan thought he was refuted by what he said, but after a while, his shoulders trembled, and tears fell to the ground like they didn't want money.

He even cried!

After all, his wobbly body couldn't hold back anymore, he tripped over the stool under his feet, and jumped straight forward. Chu Li was standing in front of him, and was thrown squarely.

Chu Li hugged him tightly with both hands, like a coquettish child, his voice choked up, "I want, I want the wine cup he used."

Yu Yan's forehead was raised, and he looked like a mountain. When he was drunk, his nature was exposed. In the final analysis, he was still a child.

"Go and grab it back if you want it, Li Sheng can't beat you anyway."

"No." Chu Li hugged him and shook his head.

"Why not? Anyway, it's just a wine cup, and you don't want to kill yourself for money. If you feel sorry for it, you don't have to give him some money."

Chu Li shook his head again, looking at him with tears in his eyes, "You said that was fake, but I want it to be real."

Veins popped up on Yu Yan's forehead, why does little P have so many childish things, "I really want to find it myself!"

Chu Li cried again, buried his head on his shoulder, his clothes were wet with tears, and his voice became louder and louder, "I want it real, I want it real." Yu Yan's brain hurts when he read it.

Although he didn't want to see Chu Xun, but his mother heard people's songs, so he could be regarded as Chu Li's elder, or he might be able to respond to his uncle.

"Oh, don't read it, I'll give you the truth."

Sure enough, Chu Li stopped reading, and stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to give it.

Yu Yan sat down, Chu Li was still lying on top of him, knelt down on the ground in the same posture as he sat down, put his arms around his waist, put his head on his lap, and looked expectant.

Yu Yan bent down and picked up the wine cup he had just used, "It's not deceiving, it's genuine, Yu Yan used it, and here it is for you."